DISCONTINUED
Kidnapped by Chan and his gang, he wants something from you. But none of you expected that you'd need each other for a longer time.
Couldn't fight the urge to fall in love with a mafia member. Lee Felix.
But is that really all to it?
I woke up alone, feeling the pain on my lower back.
Was it so intense for me to feel pain like this?
Flashes of memories from last night make me rub the bridge of my nose and sigh. We we're like animals.
A quick shower and change of fresh clothes, I pull out the bag I took from my house and study its contents.
Papers and a notebook. The papers are my documents from my birth and others. The last paper was the one I got from the vase the broke.
Unreadable cursive writing all over like it was written on a hurry. The stamp on the bottom of the page shows the symbol of the Serpent Yakuza.
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A similar image to the one I have as a tattoo located on my lower back. I'm sure Felix has seen it last night but didn't say anything about it.
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My grandfather has the same tattoo but it was bigger on his whole back. My mother would always tell be about how she got her own tattoo on her stomach. And how grandfather drew it himself on her.
Such a strong family bond they had. I could never compare.
If I had met grandfather, would he love me as much as he did to mother? Or would he treat me less because of my damned father?
"Remember the day you betrayed your ally and forget your chances of building back their trust." I repeat grandfather's words that mother passed on to me.
But does it have to stop there? Or is that even right? I never understood them.
Why would I betray an ally in the first place? When I should be facing the problem with my ally amd work together to find a way to solve it.
This makes me wonder if the past generations of Serpent Yakuza's were disloyal.
Why pass down such a terrible saying about betrayal? It doesn't make any sense.
*Knocking*
"In a minute." I tell them and clean up all the papers and stuff them back in the bag.
With a lowkey panicking heart I open up the door for whoever knocked.
